HEAD - HEART - HOME
thin dreams
seeped through
to afternoon
glory, glory
brittle as bone
our wisdom and sex
be ripening
we live here
counting numbers
painting doors
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your eyes / are new / everytime
illiterate, but wicked sick
sense of humor
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these hills are alive
with cocaine and trying
all the people here are shadows
of the ones that live in my memory
addictions lazily became characteristics
lives of unconscious worship
never known let down
never owned a dream
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